Why MSN profiles are useless

Mobile workers

We have to stay connected. It’s a fact of live. We live to serve our overlords that pay and feed us.

Last time it usually ends when we’re out of the office, but now it ends when we’re hit by an EMP. Blackberries, PDA’s Cellphones.. If I’m an alien I’d probably think these people like working for other people, prime candidate for a life of slavery on the planet Zork.

Can you see these folks? Common on the train?

Can’t be that hard to see how they are ’so well connected’. Actually more like easier for their boss to squeeze more work out of their meager paycheck.

I hate to see myself in their shoes. No, not because cause they don’t look all that fashionable, but purely because it would suck to STAND on Malaysian trains and write a report. Not everyone can get a seat on the KTM you know?

Happy Xmas & Merry New Year

Was saving this picture specially for today, the median of Xmas past and the coming New Year.

Merry Whatever…

Sad Story: How a duck lost her babies

Feeling under the weather right now (Read: Emo) and wanted everyone to join me.

Here’s today’s emo post…

Beginnings of the ‘Angel on Christmas Trees’ tradition

When four of Santa’s elves got sick, and the trainee elves did not produce the toys as fast as the regular ones, Santa was beginning to feel the pressure of being behind schedule.

Then Mrs. Claus told Santa that her Mom was coming to visit. This stressed Santa even more.

When he went to harness the reindeer, he found that three of them were about to give birth and two had jumped the fence and were out, heaven knows where. More stress.

Then when he began to load the sleigh one of the boards cracked, and the toy bag fell to the ground and scattered the toys.

So, frustrated, Santa went into the house for a cup of apple cider and a shot of rum. When he went to the cupboard, he discovered that the elves had hidden the liquor, and there was nothing to drink. In his frustration, he accidentally dropped the cider pot, and it broke into hundreds of little pieces all over the kitchen floor. He went to get the broom and found that mice had eaten the straw end of the broom.

Just then the doorbell rang, and irritable Santa trudged to the door. He opened the door, and there was a little angel with a great big Christmas tree. The angel said, very cheerfully, “Merry Christmas, Santa. Isn’t it a lovely day? I have a beautiful tree for you. Where would you like me to stick it?”

And so began the tradition of the little angel on top of the Christmas tree…